Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Swans,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.